Ira Heinichen's Blog, page 16

Day 4,339: I Left My Heart

I think we’ve lost one of our kitties. Nobody has seen Nugget now for a week. A week tomorrow, I think. She’s never been away this long, and that makes me very sad. She’s a “community” kitty, meaning a stray, but she wasn’t exactly feral. Or, at least, she’d made strides. I’ve been able to pet her while feeding her for about a year now, and she had the loudest purr and the tiniest little body underneath all her fluff. Mother to Chloe, sister to Bingo, she was a gray ragdoll. The sweetest meow. S...

Day 4,338: A Show

I had the day I needed today. Chilled. Got the food I need for the week. Took a knock-out, what-time-is-it nap around midday. Showered. Feeling nice and clean in our new bed sheets. Shoutout to Bear for doing that. Did laundry. And got our latest podcast episode up.

Feels good. I think I really need another full day like today…but it will have to do. It will do.

Time for bed. It’s late. Night night.

Day 4,337: Gotta Move

I…have so much writing work to do. It’s exciting, don’t get me wrong…but it is a lot. Two books. I was just thinking about it, just now: I basically need to have this free giveaway ready by the time our next book comes out, which means I need to BOOGIE on it. I can do it, though. I really can. Just gotta put in the time and effort.

I can do this!

Burned out. Crazy week. Need sleep. Need things to slow down for a bit. And I think I’m going to get that chance over the next couple weekends? I...

Day 4,336: Into

Late! As per usual on a Friday night. We podcasted. Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind was the film, Miyazaki’s second, and it brought it. Incredible how much of him is in that film, how much he’s the director already we all know and love. I remember watching it for the first time and being, like, ‘daaaammn, there he is, already, doing his thing.’ Loved it. So did Josh. Spoiler.

Work was so busy today. So busy this week. But, we’re getting stuff done. It’ll be busy again next week, but hopefu...

Day 4,335: Brilliant

I feel a million miles away from my writing right now. Sigh. It’s only been a week, I guess, but it feels soooo much more. Especially since I was going to be sending new pages over to my cowriter tomorrow. Sigh. It’s just been insanely insanely busy. Wildly busy. I feel like this past week has been three whole weeks.

Sunday. That’s my target day to get back into the swing of things writing-wise. I’ll be a much happier person once I go that. Hit the 200 page mark, then the 250 page mark the fo...

Day 4,334: Bootie

Late already so I be making this a quick one, but a solid day today. Netflix is busy busy busy so it was getting that stuff done, helping Liz prepare for an audition, taking care of the pups, and sneaking in a very brief 15 minute snooze after lunch, just to keep me from falling asleep at my desk.

Le sigh.

Looking forward to a nice long stretch of normal schedule. Whew. Night night.

Day 4,333: Home!

Loooonnnggg day. Got up early to walk the pups before it was 100 degrees out. The carrot there was going to Dutch Bros and walking around the really nice neighborhood. Saw some landscaping that we want to emulate for our own house.

Got breakfast after that from one of the legit good spots up there, Biscuits & Buttermilk I think it’s called. Liz got the actual biscuits, but I got the breakfast burrito and holy shit it was delicious. And then poof, it was work time and I worked straight through...

Day 4,332: Nuts

Joy’s wild. We got into Madhuri and Joe’s, and she’s running around the house like a mad lady, army crawling underneath shelves, rubbing her back up against the bottom of the bed. She’s crazy. She’ll calm down for bed, though. I know it. Liz just hasn’t come back in yet.

Work was slow today. Mostly waiting around for feedback which never came. But it will tomorrow. Just ran a speed test for their internet up here. Same upload speeds as home. Whew!

It’s just past midnight so making it a qui...

Day 4,331: Protest

There are national guard troops all over LA. Literally saw a truck full of them driving down the freeway. And let me say as loud as I possibly can: FUCK. THAT. SHIT.

Fuuuuuuuuuck that. Landing troops in my city, blackhawks and machines guns and fatigues with roaming truckloads of fucking soldiers is not fucking okay with me. Whenever the next big protest is scheduled, I am going, and I hope the entire goddamn city comes out with me because this is not okay. We will not stand for it. They need...

Day 4,330: Produttori

Had dinner at Uovo tonight and…legit, that place might be my favorite restaurant of them all. Good god I love that pasta. I had their artichoke heart tagliatelle tonight, plus a ragu added on (basically their bolognese). Liz had the cured pork pasta I can’t remember the name of (aglianico is all I can think of but that’s a wine grape). She won the wine wars this evening, both with her muscadet at the wine bar upstairs and then again with her Chianti with dinner. Holy shit that Chianti was stunni...